When I started this Grateful series at the at the beginning of 2012, I had no idea of how it would work or what shape it would take. In that first post, Grateful 52, I wrote: I can’t help but wonder what our world would be like if more people took the time to give thanks – to themselves and to others. Thanks for the little things that make life worth living. Thanks for the people in our lives who keep us sane. And thanks for karma – who will, at the end of the day, make sure that all wrongs are righted. Six years later, I’m still grateful. This regular practice of gratitude enriches my life and marks the closure of my week.

2020 Grateful 17: Gerald Hammond

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My dead-people's dinner table has had an extra seat added to…

2020 Grateful 18: That light in the sky

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Drawing the curtains in the front room the other night, I noticed…

2020 Grateful 19: My git up and go...

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It's been a while since I've posted. I hadn't realised how long…

2020 Grateful 20: Caimh McDonnell and Bunny McGarry

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I've often wondered if authors get lost in the shadows of their…

2020 Grateful 21: Owning what I do

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Oh, what sad, silly creatures we are. We, humans. We who like…

2020 Grateful 22: Gutbai, Johnny P

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COVID played havoc with my birthday week. I've so lost my sense…

2020 Grateful 23: Hiring in

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A few years ago, a mate told me how they'd hired in a chef for…

2020 Grateful 24: Storm damage

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We had a doozy of a storm here the other night. It hit Zala county…

2020 Grateful 25: Ain't life a peach?

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Himself, at the door of my office with a look of consternation…